"corrie" poems
is Corrie ten Boom´s Favorite Quote.
The Master Weaver’s Plan
My life is but a weaving
Between the Lord and me;
I may not choose the colors–
He knows what they should be.
For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side
While I can see it only
On this, the underside.
Sometimes He weaves in sorrow,
Which seems so strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment
And work on faithfully.
‘Tis He who fills the shuttle,
And He knows what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest,
And leave to Him the rest.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needed
In the Weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern, He has planned.
by AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Based upon research, have discovered that more than one person has been credited with authorship of this poem. For now, have decided to list it as “author unknown” until there is further clarification. Corrie ten Boom.
These words said Corrie ten Boom, the author of many many books. I feel honored and humbled that I may show you this poem she constantly presented in her life as a token of love to God and let you know about her. As Corrie ten Boom said the true author of this poem is still unknown. I am only the one who gives through.
with love, Sylvia Frances Chan
Wednesday, 20 December 2017
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
An inland blockade from Israel cut off life
giving supplies to the Palastians in Gaza.
This happened around 2010.
Formulated was the "GAZA FREEDOM FLOATILLA".
Their strategy was to dock in Gaza-away from land-and deliver much needed life saving supplies.
However, the flotilla was seized- on the sea -by the Israeli
Navy consisting of one hundred and fifty sailors.
Around ten people from one of the flotilla ships
were killed and brutality reigned supreme. ( a Turkish ship fought back )
Incarcerations from the floatilla to Israel's jails took place.
And so I dedicate this writing to these wonderful people of
conscience and their brave hearts upon the sea...
Days of siege
Days of conscience
Days of hope
Sailing to their destination
Days remembered
Day's compassion
Days remembered these needed cargoes held
Engines turning on paths of caution;
love is carried on sailing symbols
Each ship and boat will shout her name
Will shout in spirit dear Rachel Corrie,dear Rachel Corrie
Will shout in spirit dear Rachel Corrie
Brave hearts you suffered so upon the sea
Brave hearts you fought for truth, hope and dignity
Brave hearts on floating love
Brave hearts you are that peaceful powerful dove
Brave hearts you are our guiding light
Brave hearts you pierced that darkened blackened night
Brave Hearts upon the sea...
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
*This is a poem for Rachel Corrie. I am not religious, and a far cry from spiritual, but I refuse to imagine Rachel Corrie insentient and six feet under, slowly amalgamating with the soil encasing her. Before her death, Rachel Corrie said “I still really want to dance around to Pat Benatar and have boyfriends and make comics for my co-workers. But I also want this to stop.” In the words of contemporary Palestinian poet Suheir Hammad “God has a better imagination than all of us combined” in either God's words or my own, I will not imagine in/on the same ground in/on which I maybe soon will be and more words from Suheir “What do I tell young people about non-violence when they can see for themselves how even orange bright and megaphone loud and cameras and US citizenship will not stop your ****** what do I tell young people/anyone even myself about “non-violence” when every single thing I've seen presenting itself/perhaps even masquerading as “non-violence” has been in my face and /rude/harsh/unavoidable and most of all, violent? I do not believe in God and humanity is pushing it's luck, but I believe in Rachel Corrie. This is for Rachel;*
I should study a she-wolf's prose
she wanted to write about death
but life would frequently
weasel and wheedle it's way in
there’s an overhanging image
a smaller
yet
infinitely larger
organism
continuously broached
by each word
I only want to study
a caterpillar’s motion
backward/forward /onward
across arms/legs
of this deer/dear
[her] surname/
[my] given name/
separated by [semi/totally] circular VOWels
***** blond hair
dirtied by dust /
rubble /
rhyme /reason/
whatever/ in compliance
with a rep/RESENT/ative democracy
several shades lighter
literally
figuratively
whiter
than she
need no permission
pat benatar
would/should croon
to your moves
every
boy and girl friend
i will/may/have/had
should be yours
entomo/insecto/[social] phobias
I never would’ve said so
I never
would’ve/
could’ve
told the caterpillar
to go
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 8:41 PM UTC
Today I lost a dear friend.
She loved with unconditional love;
the type you can not buy or barter
she would instinctively know when I was near
and would wait patiently by the front door
a 6th sense beyond what we see or what we hear
what we think we heard or what we thought we saw.
She had golden hair with flecks of mottled brown
smiling eyes that knew friend from foe
loyally walk side by side
without fear in the darkest places
where ever we would go
I remember that time before;
id broken up with a girl of 5 years
she knew something hidden was very wrong,
although I hid the tears, let the feelings cower
she sat upon my legs, a paw on each shoulder
nestled her head into my neck
and hugged me for at least an hour
She was a lady of grace,
with the poise of pedigree
with an open heart for those close she loved;
her immediate family, close friends and me.
She would've made a winning frisbee catcher
that'll be the greyhound whippet in her genes
zig zag sprinting faster than the wind itself
hares and foxes was her excited prize
lay low among the undergrowth unseen
other than her piercing forever watching eyes
Yesterday, like any other day she dug for stones
chased her reflection on the water
and stood guard as we slept
little did we know the excitment of a fox to chase
would stop her heart and for hours after
my father, who kept his emotions in check,
was left speechless and bereft
as he uncontrollably wept.
Today I lost a dear friend,
a companion like no other
an amalgamated sense of loss,
like a sister from another mother.
Her last breaths, there are no words
to look upon her slowly glazing eyes
wrapped in a shroud and placed in a box
she will be sorely missed
departed from the ones she loved
to the land of the chasing fox;
muted words exchanged -
the last goodbye
the forever kiss.
Corrie
Rest in Peace
1999 - 2013
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
For those of you who don't know me...
My name is Corrie Brown and I struggle with depression.
I have family history of depression, and I am clinically depressed.
I have a lot of things go on in my life,
Between, being molested/raped,
having a druggy for a brother,
a family who is totally ******* up,
people betraying my trust left and right,
hurting me for the fun of it,
or to scare me for no reason....
I have done things I am not proud of,
I have been through things I'd rather forget,
but can't.
I use to cut my arms, just to escape,
when the pain became unbearable...
I am a tough girl, but I can only be tough for so long.
I spend everyday replaying things in my head,
my past mocking me...
To this day, my past ruins my present, and future.
I spend every night crying myself to sleep.
Thinking how much better off the world would be without me,
how simple it would be to die, and not have to worry anymore.
Life just doesn't seem like living,
if you live it crying everyday, wanting to die.
This is me, the me I don't show, because I have to be strong for everyone else. Be everyone's psych, rock, inspiration.
So for those of you who don't know me.... Here's just the tip of the iceberg of the crap that is my life.... You want to know why I am the way I am.... HERE!!
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
A lost soul,
swept up in a bisque of one's inner thoughts,
feelings of sorrow fill your heart,
thoughts of woe filling your head.
A lost soul,
in a sea of loneliness,
driven to despair,
all dreams fading away.
A lost soul,
falling from the sky,
waiting for the inevitable,
a future yet to come.
A lost soul,
with pain in their heart,
and brokenness in their eyes,
complete loss of joy from their once bright smile.
A lost soul...
A soul forever gone.
~Corrie Anne~
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
You are my every emotion
I have never felt you,
Yet you’re the most physical experience,
I’ve ever had.
The tears I shed, I shed for you…
My heart beats, beats for you,
My mind can’t get you out,
My body stays awake; it can’t sleep…
What can I do?
You’ve got this hold on me…
I’ll never leave,
And you’ll never leave my mind…
Stay with me dear,
For you’re not just a figment of my imagination,
I don’t feel as much as I do as when I think of you,
And when you say my name… you bring me to life.
Your voice is unlike any lifeline,
Your attention’s a drug, and I’m addicted…
I fell so hard,
Just so you’d carry me back to reality…
Please don’t say goodbye,
For you’re unlike any other, I’ve ever known.
Please don’t say goodbye, if not here,
Then stay in my mind… Never leave, never let me let go.
**For I fear if I ever let go, I will never feel again,
I fear you take my heart, my mind, and my soul…
I fear to drown in a sea of loneliness, and sorrow…
Never let me let go… For I fear I will never love anyone, like I love you.**
~Corrie Anne~
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
Do you ever feel so alone, even though you're surrounded by people?
So alone, that you feel like you're drowning?
So alone that, no matter how much you scream for help, those people won't hear you?
No? Then you're lucky... Me? Not so much...
~Corrie Anne
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
Wishing you a very merry Christmas
Filled with love and joy.
An early morning start, opening presents with your girls and boys.
Fingers crossed they've been good enough this year to get their wished for toy.
Eating and drinking with your family
Playing lots of games.
Log fires burning, chestnuts roasting in the flames.
Grandad snoring in his chair.
Children laughing at his balding grey hair.
At 3pm after the Queens speech, together we all sit.
A table that usually sits four, now sits ten people or more.
Turkey at the centre, 3 veggies and gravy in a dish.
Everyone pulling crackers and making a New Years wish.
Later in the evening corrie street on the tele.
Everyone sat together on the sofa watching with very full bellies.
Another Christmas day almost done.
Mum and Dad relaxing with a glass or two.
Raising their glasses and toasting a Very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
The Zombie came to Corrie.
First call Ken's place for a bit of brainy tea.
Later fancied a taste of something more mature.
Emily for supper.
Rita tasted mighty classy.
Tracy fought back.
Tony was a great big lummocks.
Thought he'd join Tracy in her zombie crushingly battle.
Kylie and Eva out on the lash.
Befuddled and pickled as Zombie teeth flash.
Dev fought independently in his corner shop.
Liz and Eileen mighty meaty.
Steve shook in defence of his mother dear.
Audrey,the dresser of hair got stuck in his teeth.
Gail, put up a fight with her tongue, David copped it in the ear, mother dear.
She'd noticed her new bedroom floor erupted.
World's end outside the bistro,
Callum's hanging out,
Looking for Sarah.
She's gone.
He wanted to share her with the others.
A really tasty morsel.
Callum's back.
(c)LIVVI
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
all i want is you
take me in your arms and lets make love
what do you mean you have a head ach
wrong time of the month
i need to shower
baby all i want is you
you ask me to watch corrie with you
so there we both curl up there
but tonight you curl up like a snake
with distance between us
baby why can it not be
like it was before.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 2:20 PM UTC
Oh look, it's what's his name
He was in that thing with...
Corrie?
No, well he might have been
Oh, you mean on BBC one a few years ago
Yes
He played a copper along with Denis, oh, I forget
Waterman?
No, he was in the Sweeney
That was the Seventies
He's old enough
The Bill?
No, that was ITV
Well, you've lost me
Google it
Google what?
His name?
Well you don't know his name!
Oh I give up
Hopper?
On BBC one?
He might have been in a film
Hmm, maybe
Right...it must have been Dennis Waterman
I'm telling you, it's not Dennis Waterman
Well, I give up, and so does Google
(2 minute silence watching the programme)
I've got it! Bill Paterson
He looks nothing like Dennis Waterman!
Same age...ish
Your mad
(A shrug of the shoulders)
Right, I'm going out
Yeah...see'ya
Thinks to herself...Bill Paterson...I think he was in a film actually
Oh, that's him in...
JJB
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
He lounges in his armchair
******* on a ***
And quaffing beer.
His eyes are glued to the telly,
Watching Corrie
Then footie
Before heading off to the pub.
He feels he’s earned his basic pleasures
As he checks his mobile
For emails and Tweets
And Facebook posts.
Comforts earned by slaving away
All day
For some faceless bureaucrat
Hidden away in his company’s
Ivory tower.
For this is Joe Public.
Ignore him at your peril.
He has lots and lots of mates.
And he is fed up of the “Nanny State”
With it’s, “You shouldn’t do this”
And , “You shouldn’t (or should) do that”.
He’s fed up too with the PC Brigade
Having already escaped the “God Squad”.
But he’s ****** angry
At simply being ignored.
You can keep Joe happy
With Celebrity and Social Media
And sport
And even “Pointless Quizzes”.
He avoids Education
To maintain his “Street Cred”.
But there will come a point
When he’s had enough.
And once that happens
His festering grievances
Will surface
Like killer sharks.
And if he joins a mob of like-minded souls
Who knows where that may lead?
Perhaps to Revolution.
So think on, my friend.
Take care of Joe.
Indeed of Every Joe.
For Joe could be
The Most Important Person
In The World.
Paul Butters
© PB 30\11\2019.
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC
You look at the television, a new series is starting
Wife's making the tea, kettle boils, just waiting in the kitchen
3 minutes in, a face appears, it takes a minute to click
Honey, who's this guy, I've seen him before but it just wont tick
Hot drink in each hand, she steps in, looks, pauses and takes a think
Oh, he was in whats it called, that show with the family on the brink
He tried to ****** the mother to get the payout to feed the kids
No, different guy, he's in Corrie now emptying the bins
Keep watching, it'll come, this confusion that matters to nothing
But it's bugging, so frustrating, his face was definitely in something
What's his name, well I don't know, we'll have to wait until the end
Click on the info button, it'll show up there, I might even have to phone a friend
OK, nobody has mentioned him for a while, what was his name?
Been around the block a bit but not known for his fame
Appeared in The Bill, Birds of a Feather and Celebrity Generation Game
But a face you forget, an accent non describable and tomorrow you'd still forget it again
An every man, he fits in the plan, can take any role and just blend into the background
A speaking part, a bit-part actor, was even in some major films but never talk of the town
And then you look down in Tesco's, his name at last you see on a DVD in the bargain bin, great, its him!
But what was he in?!
JJB
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC